Quotes About Time

Man alone measures time. Man alone chimes the hour. And, because of this, man alone suffers a paralyzing fear that no other creature endures. A fear of time running out.

There was always a quest for more minutes, more hours, faster progress to accomplish more in each day. The simple joy of living between summers was gone.

But you grab a moment, or you let it pass.

The length of your days does not belong to you.

Everything man does today to be efficient, to fill the hour? It does not satisfy. It only makes him hungry to do more. Man wants to own his existence. But no one owns time. When you are measuring life, you are not living it.

Something is always happening somewhere.

I am every age, up to my own.

I know I cannot undo this. None of us can undo what we've done, or relive a life already recorded.

Life goes quickly, doesn't it?

When hope is gone, time is punishment.

Yet all around you, timekeeping is ignored. Birds are not late. A dog does not check its watch. Deer do not fret over passing birthdays. Man alone measures time. Man alone chimes the hour. And because of this, man alone suffers a paralyzing fear that no other creatures endures. A fear of time running out.

Consider the word "time." We use so many phrases with it. Pass time. Waste time. Kill time. Lose time. In good time. About time. Take your time. Save time. A long time. Right on time. Out of time. Mind the time. Be on time. Spare time. Keep time. Stall for time. There are as many expressions with "time" as there are minutes in a day. But once, there was no word for it at all. Because no one was counting. Then Dor began. And everything changed.

We're Tuesday people.

All who are born are always dying.

Man wants to own his existence. But no one owns time.

Soon man will count all his days, and then smaller segments of the day, and then smaller still—until the counting consumes him, and the wonder of the world he has been given is lost.

There are many kinds of selfishness in this world, but the most selfish is hoarding time, because none of us know how much we have, and it is an affront to God to assume there will be more.

Had he known his death was imminent, he might have gone somewhere else. Instead, he did what we all do. He went about his dull routine as if all the days in the world were still to come.

Before you measure the years, you measure the days.

Sitting high above the city, Father Time realized that knowing something and understanding it were not the same thing.

It is too late. The old man shook his head. It is never too late or too soon. It is when it is supposed to be. He smiled. There is a plan, Dor.

There is a time for hello and a time for good-bye. It's why the act of burying things seems natural, but the act of digging them up does not.

This is the story of a man named Eddie and it starts at the end, with Eddie dying in the sun. It may seem strange to start a story with and ending, but all endings are also beginnings. We just don't know it at the time.

If you're always battling against getting older, you're always going to be unhappy, because it will happen anyhow.